On Em lyrics

by

John Hill Jr.


[Intro]
I'm in the studio right now, workin'
You always doin' too much
You always doin'...
Man I gotta go

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas or b*tches
These b*tches be crazy, stay runnin' their mouth
I poured a pint of the lean in my cup
And I took me a perky and slugged out my mouth
b*tch if you not givin' head, or f*ckin' me
Lil' b*tch, I'm kickin' you out
I got her eatin' her friend, she f*ckin' me
I f*ck them both off my clout

[Chorus]
Ooh, I f*ck it up, run a check on 'em
Ooh, I know they hate how I flex on 'em
Ooh, I got my 9, finna wet on 'em
Ooh, I'm drivin' fast, I'ma jet on 'em
Ooh, I f*ck it up, run a check on 'em
Ooh, I know they hate how I flex on 'em
Ooh, I got my 9, finna wet on 'em
Ooh, I'm drivin' fast, I'ma jet on 'em

[Verse]
n*gga you stupid, don't love a b*tch, I'm not Cupid
I got the pack in the back
Young n*gga ruthless, I'll leave you toothless, ooh
This is not Cat in the Hat
Anybody get whacked, get smacked, no cat, b*tch
I'll leave you gone off the map
Slim 'bout to get tacked, gift wrapped, tip tap, b*tch
I ate it up like a snack
Lie 'cause I know you a b*tch
You on the web, all of that talkin', sub-tweetin'
I will run into your house
f*ck on your daughter, then give your mama a beatin'
Wait, I mix the M and the grape
Then bust a nut on her face
I catch a b*tch at the light
I'm drivin' foreign, wanna race?
I got the bands in the safe

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't give a f*ck 'bout these n*ggas or b*tches
These b*tches be crazy, stay runnin' their mouth
I poured a pint of the lean in my cup
And I took me a perky and slugged out my mouth
b*tch if you not givin' head, or f*ckin' me
Lil' b*tch, I'm kickin' you out
I got her eatin' her friend, she f*ckin' me
I f*ck them both off my clout

[Chorus]
Ooh, I f*ck it up, run a check on 'em
Ooh, I know they hate how I flex on 'em
Ooh, I got my 9, finna wet on 'em
Ooh, I'm drivin' fast, I'ma jet on 'em
Ooh, I f*ck it up, run a check on 'em
Ooh, I know they hate how I flex on 'em
Ooh, I got my 9, finna wet on 'em
Ooh, I'm drivin' fast, I'ma jet on 'em

[Outro]
You still at the studio?
Yeah, why?
Oh my God, I'm so f*cking tired of this sh*t. That's all you do
You know I stay here, man
I'm so tired of you playing games
I gotta get this money, what you talking about? f*ck
You're always at the studio. You never spend time with me. You don't never have f*cking time for me
b*tches always trippin'. f*ck
This is bullsh*t
Man, Boonk Gang, a lotta gang sh*t

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